”Maybe we should start a club,” the man joked, as the two walked up to the front of the tea-place. A few workers past by, throwing quick, meaningless glances their way as to mentally note their presence. Any small form of a smile was pressed thin as he noticed their menu that shown out. Alyster squinted his eyes, at least attempting to read the dizzying words splayed out against its board. “Riccardo,” he heard, his train of thought suddenly being interrupted. Not knowing whether he heard the end of a sentence, or the answer to his question, once again he felt thrown into disarray. It’s his name - it has to be his name
”What’s your name?” He heard Riccardo ask plainly.
”It’s Alyster,” he responded, holding back any sign of distress. They approached the menu, and Riccardo casually faced the workers. There was no way he’d ask a stranger to read it for him, but he didn’t have manh options.
Before he could think to say anything, Riccardo spoke out again, but this time to a person running the drink stand, “I’ll have a cup of ginger tea and whatever this fellow wants as well.” Alyster froze.
Summoning some kind of pressured courage, he jumped forward and asked the working lady, “A-Ah what would you recommend?” Maybe he’d just pretend to be charasmatic today…
”Well, my personal favorite is earl gray-“
”Yes - THAT,” He wasted no time to end the exchange, pulling out the change in his pocket as if it were by instinct. He was pretty proud of himself so far…